"Sir! Sir!" A guard rushes into the throne room, out of breath. Ozai sits up, directing his attention to the insignificant guard.
"What is it this time?" He grumbles.
The guard takes a deep breath, afraid to tell the frightening fire lord the news. He remembers what happened last time someone told him bad news. "T…the Avatar destroyed another fleet…" The guard glances all around the room, not wanting to see the anger filling the fire lord's face.
Ozai chuckles, the laughter subtly increasing. He rises out of his throne. In the blink of an eye, he appears in front of the guard. With speed that only a true fire bending master can conjure up, he punches the guard in the stomach. As he kneels down in pain, Ozai brings his knee up and knees the guard in his chin, sending him into the air. Ozai then, thanks to the Pilates he's been doing, does a 360 degree spin with his leg outstretched, sending the guard flying into a pillar across the room. The sound of his spine cracking reverberates around the throne room. Ozai slowly walks over to the crumpled guard, holding his hand out and conjuring up a scorching fire ball. He lifts the guard up by the collar of his shirt, placing the fireball in front of the guard's face. His face breaks out into a sweat, the effects of the heat being very brutal.
"WAIT! IKNOWHOWTODEFEATTHEAVATAR! I…I mean…I know how to defeat the Avatar. Yo…you know how he was trapped in that iceburg? Well maybe we can trick him into freezing himself and…then destroying…him…"
Ozai suddenly sets the guard on fire. As his screams of agonizing pain fills the throne room, he tosses the guard into his fireplace, the sounds of his screams being muffled by the crackle of logs. Ozai returns to his throne, his mind racing. "Finally", he thought, "A way to defeat the Avatar. I will go down in Fire Nation history. Soon, the Avatar will be no more!"